10. And so what if we’re buzzing and mad like Tesla’s hopeless
interstellar love fad?

It was just sex, is just sex.

He knows how we’ll spin this:

Drowned out ground.
Post no bliss.

Ash Turner is a New York City-based writer and collaborator involved in interdisciplinary art-making. She holds a BA in English and Music from Florida State University, where she focused her studies on hybrid genres, hypertexts, and composition/revision techniques. Her poetry has been published in the Lost Country and Contraposition Magazine, and is forthcoming in MUSH/MUM. Follow her @aturnerwrites and ashleyturner.info.